Spring -- A Poem by Margaret
Spring
Sing a song of growing things,
Of new delight that each day brings,
And the bird that gladly sings.
Sing a song of brightest green,
Of flowers that grow so pure and clean,
And new beauty so serene.
Sing a song of a world made new,
That has been reclaimed from winter’s blue,
And seems to be made for you.
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